Bring Back The Days
~Tamara Hillman~
Bring back the days
With play an' laughter,
no worry or strife.
Let me Swing so high
In the old apple tree,
Like monkeys in a jungle
screaming with glee.
I want to chase chickens
Back into their pen,
An' ride the young heifers
'Cross the land again.
Run in the sunshine,
Play in the field,
Hide in the sweet corn,
Eat Apples, unpeeled.
Rope-swing into haylofts,
Ride horses on roads,
Wade Ponds by the dozen
Searching out toads.....
Those were the days!
